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"Mystery
after night,"
if says, "Mystery
of flight!"
"Mystified
baffled say,
we are -
we foul play!"
Bad on
scene -
Carlotta,
now Christine!
Still, at
the seats get
worth
its weight in . . .
a way to
run a business!
Spare me
trials!
Half cast disappears,
but the still cheers!
Opera!
To with Gluck and Handel -
It's a scandal
'em in the aisles!

Damnable!
Will all walk out?
is damnable!

Andre, please shout . . .
publicity!
And the is vast!
publicity!

But we no cast . . .

(calmly)]
But Andre,
have you the queue?
Oh, it
got one too . . .

"Dear
a charming gala!
Christine a great success!
We were hardly
Carlotta left -

the was entrancing,
but the was a
mess!"

(reading his)]
"Dear Firmin,
just a reminder:
my has not been paid.
Send it of the ghost,
by of post
P.T.O.:
likes a debtor,
so better if my
are obeyed!"

Who would have the
to this?
Someone with a brain!

(examining both letters)]
These are both "O.G." . . .

Who the is he?

(immediately realizing)]
ghost!

(unamused)]
It's not amusing!

He's
our position!

In
he money!

He's a
of spectre . . .

. . . to a
retainer!
Nothing -
he is clearly insane!

Where is

You mean

I mean Daae -
is she?

Well, how we know?

I want an -
I take it that you sent me note?

What's all nonsense?

Of not!

Don't at us!

She's not with you,

Of not!

We're in the . . .

Monsieur, don't -
this the
letter you

And what is it, we're
to have wrote?
(Realizing his mistake)
Written!

"Do not for Miss Daae.
The Angel of
has her his wing.
Make no to see her again."

If you write it, who did?

is he?

Ah, back!

Your patron -
is he?

What is it

(to RAOUL)]
I have letter -
a letter I
resent!

(to RAOUL)]
And did you it?

Of not!

As if he would!

You send it?

Of not!

What's on . . .?

(to RAOUL)]
You dare to me,
that is not the
you sent?!

And what is it I'm
to have sent?
(RAOUL takes the and reads it)
"Your
at the Populaire are numbered.
Daae
will be singing on behalf tonight.
Be
for a misfortune,
should you
to her place."

Far too
for my taste -
and of them
Christine!
All we've since we came
is Daae's name . . .

Miss has returned.

(drily)]
I her midnight oil
is well and burned.

Where is she now?

I it best
that she home . . .

She rest.

May I see

No, monsieur,
she see no-one.

Will she
Will she

Here, I a note . . .

Let me see it!

(snatching it)]
Please!

[FIRMIN (Opens the and reads. The PHANTOM'S
gradually lakes over)]
"Gentlemen, I have now sent you several of the
most nature, detailing how my theatre is to be
run. You not followed my instructions.
I shall give you one chance . . ."

[PHANTOM'S (taking over)]
Christine has returned to you,
and I am her career
progress.
In the new of "Il Muto",
you therefore cast Carlotta
as the Pageboy, and put Daae
in the of Countess.
The role which Miss Daae
calls for and appeal.
The role of the Pageboy is -
which my casting,
in a
ideal.
I shall watch the performance from my seat in
Box Five, which will be empty for me. Should
these commands be ignored, a beyond your
imagination occur.

(taking over)]
"I remain, Gentlemen,
Your servant, O.G."

Christine!

Whatever . . .?

It's all a ploy to Christine!

This is . . .

I know who sent
(pointing an finger)
The - her lover!

(ironical)]

(to the OTHERS)
Can you this?

(to CARLOTTA, in protest)]
Signora!

[CARLOTTA (half to the MANAGERS, to herself)]
O traditori!

(to CARLOTTA)]
is a joke!

This nothing!

O mentitori!

Signora!

You are our star!

And will be!

. . .

The man is mad!

We don't orders!

(announcing it to EVERYONE)]
Miss Daae will be
the Pageboy - the role . . .

Carlotta be playing
the lead!

(waxing melodramatic)]
It's useless to
me!
You're only saying
to me!
Signori, e
Non, non, non udire!
morire!
O mio!
Dio!

Who his word,
beware to . . .

(to MANAGERS)]
You reviled me!

The sees,
the knows . . .

Why did
fly my arms . . .?

You rebuked me!

Signora, us . . .

You replaced me!

Please, Signora,
we you . . .

This hour see
darkest fears . . .

I see her . . .

Abbandonata!
Deseredata!
O, sventurata!

The knows,
the hears . . .

did she go . . .?

Abbandonata!
Disgraziata!

Signora, for us!
Don't be a . . .

What new
lie in . . .?

Our . . .!

Non vo' cantar!